Texty: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Stay Alive.

COME ON DOWN, THE FURTHEST REACHES OF YOUR NOWHERE TOWN
THEY SUCK YOU IN, THE BLACK HOLE KIDS WON?T LET YOU FREE AGAIN

DON?T YOU TRY TO SHOOT UP THE SKY
TONIGHT WE?LL STAY ALIVE

WHEN IT?S GONE, YOU SIT AND STARE
UNTIL THE GOLDEN DAWN
CAN?T YOU SEE HIS ARMS ARE A HELL AND YOU WON?T EVER LEAVE?


(Thanks to Harold Navarro for these lyrics)